I got married a year ago today. Like me, I brought a poor girl to wife.
The family of the poor too
I used to decorate beautifully. I can see that the wife loves me very much.
When I returned home with rickshaw, and for me
I also gave water to the bath. I certainly gave up.
There is no current in the house, sit down and fan with the fan.
With two fans on the hot night, changing the fan
Let the wind, the future
The story is about two people
To make a story, I could not understand when I was asleep.
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Rickshaws would take up with their wives.
Together they used to make many stories.
They used to listen to the saint, they did not know whether the ceremony or party, or the day they were married. I do not know this.
When I was listening to me
Wanted to buy a sari for the wife.
I love that guy very much
I can not. But I can not.
Lack of family, day
I used to eat a day. So bought a soil bank.
I used to make money on it everyday.
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It was a year in the absence of seeing today.
This morning, when the wife before leaving the rickshaw
When the cook went to the house, I saw the bank of the hidden bank hidden by not knowing the wife and broke it
There are about 480 taka
Has been there.
Before leaving the house I told my wife,
Today will be late to return home!
Wife will shake his head, it will be good.
I went to rickshaw.
The market racks for seven days in the evening
I went to the bride to buy a sari.
Tonight I will give a wife.
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Many sarisi turn around
I was watching, but I can not say for the price.
Finally, I told the shopkeeper,
